Sabrina had already fled far away at that point.

She was drowning in self-mockery.

Had she known, she would not have ordered the filters. She had asked someone to help buy them on her behalf. She was poor, but she had still spent over three hundred bucks on them.

Yet, before they could even arrive, she had been chased out. Thinking about it, she thought that she was such a joke. Right now, the filters were probably in Sebastian’s hands. He was probably looking down on them, smiling coldly as